this is something i wrote out sometime in college and recently found hidden away in an old sketchbook. i like how it focuses on the process of art and the process of life being the same.
when i think about it, it seems that if you can make your art (and live your life) fully in and about the present moment, there is no question that it is your own.
what would the intent be then? to have art be an expression of the present moment? it seems that it would take everything else out: the fame, the ego involved in it, the appropriation of others’ ideas, the over-thinking… because then you are just BEING, and however that comes out is just part of your life as a unique human being.
this may not be making any sense… i’m resisting the urge to rewrite and edit, or maybe even erase the whole thing, because i fear it doesn’t sound “deep” enough or smart enough, or that it simply makes no sense.
i’m also feeding into the “shoulds” about all this… I should’ve hand-written it, i should’ve thought more about it, i should make it look more “arty”…
sigh. how do we rid our brains of the idea of “should?” didn’t we just make all that up anyway?
yes, HONESTY and INTEGRITY. i think that involves being honest that what we believe about the world may not necessarily be true, too. questioning what we believe, why we believe it, and how we came to believe it just might be the ticket.
what do you think?
~jess
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